Subjugating Allison Chapter 1: Remote Control Sex Slave She was breathless with anticipation. After months in their control this was to be the first physical contact. Up to now they had just been playing mind games with her; testing her, teasing her. She had been pushed to the limit by their demands, she had done things she never dreamed of, and experienced ecstasy and humiliation at their control. The first text text message arrived whilst she was at work. `Play with your pussy as you drive home', it read. She looked around expecting it to be some kind of joke, but no one was taking any notice. She scrolled down the message to see who it was from, but didn't recognize the number. Dismissing it as some kind of spam she got on with her work. The second message arrived just before 5pm. `Don't forget', it read. It was from the same number. The drive home that night was the usual slow trawl through the endless city traffic. As she crept inch by inch home her mind kept going back to that text message. Perhaps it was a wrong number, not meant for her but meant for someone else. That set her thinking. Do people really play with themselves as they drove? She looked around her. She could see the head and shoulders of other drivers but she could not see their laps. For all she knew they were all fondling themselves. Her pussy was beginning to tingle. She looked around furtively before slipping her hand between her legs. She looked around again. No one was taking any notice of her. Why should they, she was just another commuter. She opened her legs a little more and rubbed her pussy through the cotton of her fawn hipsters. That felt good. She looked around her. Still no one was looking; they were all concentrating on the traffic filled road ahead, looking for the next opportunity to roll another inch or so further forward. She rubbed a little harder; the thrill of playing with herself whilst in such a public place was really turning her on. Still know one was looking at her. She was feeling hot now her pussy was screaming out for more direct contact with her fingers. She undid the top button and fly of her pants and slipped her hand into her cotton panties. She gasped with pleasure as the tips of her fingers met her hot clit. She slid her middle finger along the length of her pussy, using the moisture it gathered to lubricate her clit as she rolled it under her fingers. God that felt good. She was at some traffic lights now. She looked around and caught the eye of the driver in the next car. He gave her a smile. She whipped her hand out of her trousers before she realized he had no idea what she was doing. He was just smiling at the cute chick in the car next to him at the lights. He had no idea she was fingering her pussy. This realization aroused her even more. She slipped her hand back into her panties and began to finger herself some more. Just before the lights changed she caught his eye again. He smiled at her and she smiled back as she slowly slipped her index finger into her now soaking hole. The lights changed and the traffic moved onto the freeway. She kept her hand in her pants as she drove and by the time she pulled up in the parking lot of her apartment her pussy was throbbing with desire. She looked around the empty lot before leaning back in her seat with her eyes closed. She was so hot it only took a few circular rubs of her clit to bring her to orgasm. She arched her back and gasped as one of the strongest orgasms she had ever experienced ripped through her body. She sat motionless for a few moments as it subsided before zipping up her pants and heading for her apartment. It was only when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror of her bedroom did she realize a large dark damp patch had formed around her crotch. That night she kept thinking about the text message. Who was it meant for? She was tempted to ring the number but she did not have the courage, after all what if it was a crank or something? By the time she fell into bed she had convinced herself it was just a one off wrong number, exciting, but just a fluke. She was just about to leave the next morning when she noticed she had a message. It must have arrived while she was in the shower. `Wear a skirt today', it said. She looked down at her cotton pants. Then she looked at her watch. Dropping her bag in the hallway she rushed back to her bedroom and quickly changed into her navy skirt and jacket. As she changed she wondered why she was responding to the demands of a random texter. For all she knew this was some bizarre spam. But the memory of the intense orgasm she experienced yesterday drove her on. The journey to work was uneventful and she spent the whole day wondering when the next text would arrive. Her disappointment grew as the day wore on and there were no messages. Her sense of frustration was not helped by the seemingly endless interruptions from her boss, requesting updates on projects she had never before shown any interest in. Allison's boss was a formidable woman. Susan was not unattractive but always dressed in very formal suits and kept her dark hair swept back in a tight bun. Allison found her cold and difficult to like, but could not help respecting her for what she had achieved in a male dominated company. Allison had just checked her phone for messages for what felt like the millionth time that day when Susan popped her head around the entrance to her cubicle. "Alli, do you have a minute?" Susan asked. "Sure", Alli responded and swung around on her chair to face her boss, who had perched on the corner of her desk. "Where have we got to with the Dealer Smart project?" Susan asked. Allison paused for a second or two to gather her thoughts. As she did she cast her eyes briefly over her boss, and particularly at Susan's long legs, exposed as she perched on the edge of Alli's desk. "She could be quite good looking if she wanted to be", Allison thought before she launched into the project update. Finally satisfied with Alli's update Susan got up to leave. "By the way, that's a nice skirt Alli", she said as she walked away from Allison's desk. The day wore on and still no text. By the time the lift doors opened to take her down to the office parking lot at the end of the day she was beginning to feel angry with herself. What the hell was she doing? Why was she so eager to get a random bit of soft porn text? As the lift glided downwards she heard her cell phone beep in her bag. Her hand was shaking with excitement as she opened the message. `Take your panties off before you drive home'. Her heart racing with anticipation she got out of the lift at the next floor and made straight for the washroom. Her pussy was tingling as she slipped her white cotton panties off and stuffed them into her purse. She wasn't sure what to do next, but as she edged along in the traffic she was overcome by an overwhelming desire to touch herself. It as only when she reached down that she realized that the tight office skirt was not a good choice. She looked around to check no one was looking before lifting herself up off the seat and hitching the skirt up a little so she could reach her pussy more easily. This time she came while she was still driving. She felt the orgasm build as she approached some lights. Her prayers for a red were answered and she brought herself to orgasm as she sat amongst the other commuters in the jam. She was pulling her skirt back down when the message arrived, `Please do not disobey me. I did not ask you to play with your pussy'. "Fuck you", she whispered to herself, wondering how they knew what she would do. There were no messages over the next few days. She was surprised that she found herself missing them. Her thoughts kept coming back to them. Who was sending them? How did they know she had disobeyed them? Why had they stopped? The silence was finally broken with a message that woke her early one morning. `From today you will always wear a wear a skirt with no panties in the office'. She found herself eager to comply. Although she wanted to play with herself as she drove she resisted the urge. She found having a naked pussy at work a real turn on. The thrill of feeling her pussy exposed beneath her skirt was driving her wild. She was desperate to head into the washrooms and fuck herself with her fingers, but she dare not disobey her instructions for fear that the messages will stop again. The next message arrived mid afternoon. `Buy a set of love eggs on the journey home', it read. She flushed with excitement. She knew exactly what love eggs where from the sex toy party enjoyed with some friends, and she knew exactly where she had to buy them. There was a sex shop just off the freeway on her drive home. Her heart was racing with a mixture of excitement and apprehension as she pulled into the shabby parking lot at the back of the store. Checking there was nobody she knew around she walked quickly to the door of the shop. The inside of the store was as shabby as the car park. There were a couple of male customers and a bald headed guy behind the counter, all of whom stopped and stared at her as she quickly located the sex toys section, grabbed a pair of love eggs from the rack and took them to the counter. "You will enjoy these", the guy at the counter smirked as he took her cash. Back in the car she let out a big sigh of relief at having accomplished her task. She spent the evening wondering what her next instruction would be. It finally arrived the next morning. `Insert the eggs before leaving your apartment'. Already showered and dressed she returned to her bedroom and retrieved the eggs from her panty draw, rolling them in hand a few times before hitching up her skirt and laying back on the bed. Her pussy was already wet at the prospect of the latest challenge and it took only a couple of strokes of the cold plastic orb along the length of her wet slit before she slowly pushed it into herself. The first egg effortlessly slipped into her and she felt the cold plastic pushing against the walls of her pussy. The second egg was held tight against her pussy lips by the short cord connecting it to the first and in no time it was buried deep within her body, nestled against its twin. Slowly she stood up and straightened her skirt. The motion of the eggs rubbing against each other as she walked sent a shiver of delight through her and her pussy began to tingle with anticipation. At work she struggled to concentrate. Every fiber of her being seemed to be focused on the sensations coming from the eggs moving deep within her pussy. It was excruciating pleasure, she longed to bring herself to climax but knew she should not until instructed by her distant master. Walking around the office was the most erotic torture. Feeling the eggs working deep inside her naked pussy as she walked between her co-workers desks drove her wild with excitement. St one point she had to rest by the copier, afraid that if she walked any further she might bring herself to orgasm. Andy, one of her colleagues, noticed something was up. "Are you OK Alli?", he as asked, "you seem kind of distant". "I'm fine", She replied, "just a little tired I guess". "Too much sex I guess!" Andy was a real flirt for a guy. He was not bad looking, in fact he had quite a well toned body, but she could not find herself attracted to him because of his misogynistic attitude and constant innuendo. "Some hunk keeping you awake all night?" He continued. Allison just ignored his comments. Andy looked over his shoulder top check no one was nearby before moving closer and leaning over her with his hand on the wall behind her. "You know", he whispered, "if you need me to keep you awake at night you only have to call". "Forget it Andy", Alli responded as she ducked under his arm. "Frigid bitch", he muttered as she walked away. By the journey home she was exhausted. The constant arousal all day taking its toll and the desire to finger her clit and bring herself release through orgasm had left her with a strange feeling of being outside the real world, like she was just gliding through reality, divorced somehow from those around her, focused only on the sensations derived from her own body and the anticipation on the next instruction. She was pulling into the parking lot of her apartment block when the next text arrived. `Go back to the porn shop', it read, `get one of the customers to remove the eggs and then fuck you'. Her breath quickened as she read on, `Put on a show for them, act like the whore you know you are'. She sat in the car stunned. Her mind was racing. She resented being called a whore, but deep down she knew the thought of fucking a complete stranger so publicly excited her, and that must make her a whore. Also she was so frazzled by the day long action of the eggs she was just desperate to cum. Her mind was still in overdrive when she found herself putting the car in reverse and driving back out of the lot towards the porn shop. It was like she was in a dream as she pulled up in the shabby car park once more, it felt like her mind and body had separated and she was a casual observer of her own actions, unable to stop the instincts that were driving her on. All eyes were on her as she entered the shop. There were about ten customers, all men, browsing the porno videos and magazines. They followed her with their eyes as she walked slowly towards the magazine racks. She casually browsed the magazines as the male customers drew towards her, as if attracted by a magnet, their eyes no longer on the magazines they were flicking through but taking in every aspect of her body, the long slim legs emerging from beneath her short navy skirt, glowing brown under the lights of the shop. The sharp points of her nipples, perched on the gentle rise that constitutes her breasts, were beginning to stiffen and push against the thin material of her bra and top. `Put on a show for them. Act like the whore you know you are'. She kept playing that instruction over and over in her head. Slowly and very deliberately she stretched up to reach a magazine off the top shelf, knowing that her skirt was rising up her thighs and the thin material of her top was stretching over her small breasts. As if browsing the pages of Cosmopolitan she turned the pages of the magazine, casually taking in the images of the group sex portrayed on the glossy pages. She stopped at a page showing a young girl crouching with her legs open, one hand spreading the moist lips of her pussy, the other holding an ejaculating penis like it was a microphone as a streamer of cum flew towards her face, caught on film in mid flight. Smiling to herself she looked around her, and realized she was surrounded by a group of very excited men, most of whom had given up any pretence of looking at the magazines in their hands, some using them to hide their obvious excitement. She turned to face her audience. Staring right at them with the sweetest schoolgirl smile she could muster she ran her hands slowly down her body, Over her breasts, down the flat of my stomach to the front of her skirt. She parted her legs slightly before slipping her hand up her skirt, her fingers disappear from view beneath the hem. The atmosphere in the shop was electric. A couple of the guys watching were blatantly stroking their erect dicks through their trousers; others were just standing motionless, watching her every move. "Excuse me", she directed this to the owner of the store who was sitting behind the counter watching me, "I would like to return the love eggs I bought yesterday" "Sure", he smiled. She crouched down her hand still hidden under her skirt as she slowly fingered her pussy. She looked up at the guys now crowding around, many of whom now had their erect dicks in their hands. She selected a well hung black guy standing towards the front of the group and gestured him over. She was shaking with anticipation, hardly able to believe she could behave like this, but loving every second of it. "Can you help me?" She asked lifting her skirt and finally exposing her gaping wet pussy to the crowd. He reached down and ran his fingers along the length of her pussy causing her to shiver with excitement. He took hold of the string attached to the eggs that was protruding from her pussy and gave it a gentle tug. The eggs moved inside her body as he began to tug harder until the first egg finally slid out of her pussy. He took hold of it and with another pull he removed the second plastic ball. `Put on a show for them. Act like the whore you know you are' she remembered. She took the love eggs from him and licked her juice from them before reaching forward and taking his huge dick in her hand and pulling him towards her. `Now fuck me' She whispered hoassly, `Fuck me hard with your big black dick'. She lay back on the floor and let him lay on top of her, his hot breath on her cheek. She felt the warm tip of his dick push against the entrance to her pussy then he pushed his length into her in one long slow stroke, filling her with his manhood and causing her to gasp with excitement. `Oh yes', she moaned loudly as he began to fuck her faster. Following the exquisite torture of the love eggs she was already close to orgasm and the feeling of his hot dick ramming into her was driving her wild. He must have been close too because as she finally reached a shattering, screaming orgasm he came too, his hot cum splashing into her pussy. Hot and sweaty she looked up at to the crowd of onlookers. Most of them had cum too and were stroking shrinking dicks or tucking cum soaked handkerchiefs into their pockets. Her lover pulled his still semi erect dick from her pussy with an audible squelch and slowly, still a little shaky from the shattering orgasm she had just experienced, she stood and brushed her skirt back into place. "Thanks", she said to my dark lover and kissed him playfully, before turning and walking out the door. Back in the car she held her head in her hands and wept. Her emotions were so screwed up she didn't know why she was crying. She felt ashamed about what she had done and what had driven her to act like such a slut. But that shame was tinged with excitement, she had enjoyed being fucked by a stranger in public and this worried her, what had the mysterious person controlling her emotions so well unleashed in her. Was she really a whore at heart? She drove home still in tears, trying to come to terms with her emotions. As she walked into her apartment she felt a trickle of cum slide down her leg and she started sobbing harder. A few hours later she was lying in bed trying to sleep. A long bath and several stiff drinks had settled her a little but she could not get the sense of excitement she had felt out of her mind. She was ashamed of what she had done, but at the same time she felt a desire to repeat the strong emotions of the day. The next morning she stood in front of her wardrobe staring at the contents. She had laid a trouser suit out on the bed but could not bring herself to wear it. Eventually she slipped on a skirt and threw her panties back in a draw. She liked the feeling of her pussy being exposed under her skirt, she thought, and it would do no harm. The next few days were agony. There were no text messages. She longed for some instruction, something that would bring back the thrill she felt when she was fucked in public at the porn store. The disgust she felt at the time was banished from her mind by the intense desire the memory invoked. She wore her skirt without panties every day and resisted the urge to play with herself for fear that she would be abandoned. At first she thought this silence was part of the game, but as more days passed she became more and more frantic until, laying in bed Sunday morning she realized how stupid she was being. "I have the number", she thought, "I can contact them!" She reached for her phone and scrolled through her old messages. With a trembling thumb she hit `reply' then paused. What should she say? Eventually she typed out `Have I done wrong?' and hit send. She collapsed back onto the pillow with the phone resting on her naked stomach. A few seconds later the phone beeped. `Do you wish to continue?' was the simple reply Her hand shook with anticipation as she typed, knowing this was it, she was committing to something new and dangerous, but something she knew she had to do to fully understand herself. `Yes', she replied. Again the response was instant. `Have your nipples and labia pierced today. Remember you are a whore. Pay with your body not cash' A few hours later she was on her back on the black leather bench of a tattoo parlor in one on the less desirable parts of town. She was naked and completely at the mercy of the tattooist. When she had asked how much and then suggested that an `arrangement' might be possible he responded quickly, locking the door and ordering her to strip. She shut her eyes as the long haired biker took hold of her nipple. She felt something cold and metallic touch her nipple, clamping it, then she winced as a needle pierced the delicate flesh of her breast. Then he was touching her other nipple. She knew what to expect, first the metal against her skin, then, the prick of the needle. He threaded two gold rings through the holes in her nipples. She was sore, but the pain was edged with the eroticism of the situation and the knowledge she was selling her body for the first time. He ran his hand down her stomach bringing it to rest on her pussy, "Lift your knees and spread it wide", he ordered. She felt his hands under her waist. He was lifting her up and pushing a pillow under her hips, lifting her exposed pussy into the air. What was he going to do? She squirmed as he started to rub her pussy, running his fingers up and down her lips. She gasped with pleasure as he played with her. He had a good technique with just the right amount of attention to her clit. Then, just as she was about to cum, he began pulling at the lips of her pussy. It was the metal clamp again, this time on her outer labia. She tensed then, "Uuggh", she swallowed her scream as the needle pierced her pussy lips. Then, before she had chance to recover, the clamp was on the other side, the needle once more piercing her delicate, sensitive, swollen little pussy. Then his warm fingers against her again. He was pushing rings through her pussy lips. Then nothing. No touching. She could hear his breath but he was not moving. She felt sore, her nipples and pussy stinging. She felt humiliated, her body had been defiled. But most of all she felt an overwhelming desire to be fucked. She was charged with pent up sexual frustration. She opened her eyes to see him climb on the bench between her legs, his bad teeth smiling down at her. She looked to his crotch and saw his erect dick poking out through the zipper of his dirty jeans. She shut her eyes again as she felt his warm dick at the entrance to her pussy. It felt huge as he guided it to the entrance of her gaping wet slit and pushed against her. Slowly the head of his dick penetrated her pussy. Then wham. With one huge thrust he rammed it into her - slamming against the neck of my womb. "Arrgh!" , she stifled another scream as his cock pushed against the rings in her labia., it felt like he was ripping them out. He pulled his dick almost out before slamming it back into her pussy as hard as hard as he could. She wanted to cry but bizarrely she found herself enjoying the mixed sensation of pleasure as he penetrated her and searing pain from her pierced pussy lips. He banged away and she started to writhe and groan as an orgasm began to build. Then it hit her. The most intensely pleasurable, earth shattering orgasm she had ever had. It ripped through her body like lightning, making her forget the pain searing through her pussy and leaving her a quivering wreck. As her orgasm subsided he grunted and she felt his dick swell in her before it erupted with a hot rush of sperm splashing against her cervix as he filled her with his cum. Immediately after ejaculating he climbed off and tucked his dick back into his jeans. "I will give you some cream to put on the piercing", he said as she dressed. She found it painful to walk as her legs rubbed on the newly installed rings in her labia so she made straight for her car and drove home. The following morning she left for work with her nipples and pussy lips sore and throbbing from the rough treatment the day before. She expected another text instruction but nothing arrived that day or the next. Again the tension and frustration began to build, at night she was desperate to pleasure herself but held back for fear of offending her master. The long awaited text finally arrived late one night. `Pull hard on the rings. You need to feel the pleasure of pain to be a true whore' She lay back on her bed and felt for the ring through her nipple. Slowly she pulled and twisted it, wincing at the pain but at the same time experiencing the unmistakable tingle of arousal deep in her pussy. She lowered her hand to her pussy and took hold of one of her pussy rings, again she pulled and twisted and again she felt the tantalizing mixture of pleasure and pain. Her fingers brushing against her pussy made her quiver with desire. She so desperately wanted to fuck herself with her fingers. She reached for the phone. `Cn I ply w my pussy?' She texted. `No!', came the response. Then, `The next relief you have will be at my hand'. Tears of frustration rolled down her face as she texted, `When?' `Soon', came the simple reply. The next few days were agony. She was unable to concentrate on anything and was reprimanded several times for problems her inattention caused. Finally she was called into Susan's office. "What's wrong Alli?" her boss asked her as she shut the door. "What do you mean?" Allison said as she sat down. "You seem distracted and your work is suffering, is there a problem at home?" Sue asked Allison found Sue hard to read, she was not sure if this was genuine concern, or if it was just a way of pointing out her work was suffering. She fobbed Sue off with a few bland comments and headed back to her desk. She knew she should keep up with her work, but she did not care. She spent the whole time just waiting for the text message. It finally arrived Friday lunchtime as she was talking to her colleague at her desk. Her hand shook as she reached for her phone. "Are you ok Alli?' her colleague asked. "Yeah fine", she replied nervously. "Important call?" He asked as she opened the text. `Are you ready to submit fully?' it read. "Very", she replied as her colleague left her alone at her desk entering her reply. `Yes' she texted in response The text back was an address a few blocks from her office. Her heart was racing as, a few minutes later, she parked outside the nondescript building that matched the address on her phone. She was beeped through the door and took the elevator to the 4th floor. She knocked the door and waited for a response. After a few moments silence she knocked again, agan with no response from inside. She checked her phone. This was the right address. She knocked again. What was going on, was this all a big joke? She was about to leave when she decided to try the door. It was unlocked and she found herself in a bright white room reminiscent of a Doctors Surgery. The only furniture was a black leather treatment table, a black leather stool and a white cupboard. After a few minutes alone in the room she began to feel uncomfortable. Maybe she should have texted to ask what to do? She returned to the door to find she was locked in. A few seconds later her phone beeped with a new message. It said simply, `Undress'. She looked around her then began to remove her clothes as instructed folding her discarded garments and leaving them on the stool. Now naked she sat on the edge of the treatment table and waited, wondering what her master would be like. She was breathless with anticipation. After months in their control this was to be the first time there had been physical contact. Up to now they had just been playing mind games with her; playing with her, testing her, teasing her. She had been pushed to the limit by their demands, she had done things she never dreamed of, and experienced ecstasy and humiliation at their control. Chapter 2: Master takes control Allison's heart began to race. Someone was opening the door. She was finally about to meet her tormentor face to face. "Susan! What are you doing here?" Allison began to say, but the end of the sentence was lost as Susan slipped off her long leather overcoat. Susan was a tall and, dressed like this, stunningly attractive woman. She was wearing thigh length black leather boots, a black leather studded bra and panties. She had a fantastic figure and a beautifully tanned skin. As she removed the cap her long dark hair, held in a tight pony tail, fell over her shoulder. Allison was stunned. She had never considered that her master would be a woman, let alone her boss at work. Susan took a riding crop from the pocket of the coat before discarding it. "Stand", she commanded. Allison did as instructed, and her master signalled by rotating the crop that Allison should turn around slowly. Allison felt vulnerable and apprehensive, not knowing what to expect of the situation, but at the same time she was immensely excited. Susan approached and, standing behind her, took Allison's hair in her hands pulling her head back roughly. With one hand holding Allison's hair the other took hold of the ring through her nipple and twisted it roughly causing her to wince in pain. She then ran her hand over Allison's flat stomach and down to her pussy slipping her fingers into her now dripping wet womanhood before bringing her fingers up to her nose and sniffing the scent of Allison's pussy. "You smell sweeter than I had imagined", she whispered in Allison's ear before pulling roughly at her hair. "Are you ready to play?" "Yes Susan", Allison responded "Yes Master!" Susan corrected her. "Yes Master" Susan opened the door of the cupboard and selected some leather wrist restraints with a short chain linking them. Smiling the whole time she buckled Allison in. Then she picked out a set of ankle restraints with a small metal bar holding them about a foot apart. "Kneel!" She commanded and Allison dropped to her knees before Susan bound her ankles in the restraints. After admiring her work for a few seconds Susan sat on the floor, her pussy a few inches from Allison's face. "Lick my pussy", Susan commanded and held the leather panties to one side to reveal her hairless wet pussy. Allison paused. She had never tasted a woman before and was momentarily taken aback by the sight of Susan's pussy so close to her face, the musky scent of her pussy filling her nostrils. "Lick me!" Susan commanded again and taking Allison's hair in her hand she pulled her face into her crotch. With her face buried in Susan's hot wet pussy Allison began to lick, tasting fo the first time the juice of another woman. She knew what she enjoyed when being given oral by her boyfriends and so knew instinctively how to please Susan. She was rewarded with moans of delight and began to lick Susan harder and faster, now enjoying the pleasure she was giving to her master. Suddenly Susan arched her back, "Oh FUCK!" she screamed as an orgasm ripped through her. Allison was rewarded with a mouthful of hot pussy juice as Susan came and gulped it down greedily, eager to keep on pleasing her master, her own pussy twitching with excitement as she brought a woman to orgasm for the first time. Susan returned to the cupboard and Allison shuddered when she saw the next restraint Susan had chosen. She was scared but there was nothing she could do. Susan kissed Allison hard, their tongues intertwined as they shared a passionate embrace for a few seconds. Then Susan stood and slipped the huge black strap on dildo over her panties. Susan smiled seeing the scared look on Allison's face and returned to the cupboard, emerging with a ball gag which she slipped over Allison's head whispering, "can't have you screaming know can we!" Allison was still trying to get used to just breathing through her nose when she felt the cold tip of the dildo touch the entrance to her pussy. Her pussy began to open to accommodate the huge sex toy, feeling like it was going to split open as Susan inch the stiff plastic into her tight pussy. Susan slapped Allison's buttock as she began to fuck her with the big black plastic cock. It hurt at first but soon Allison was enjoying the sensation of being fucked and slapped at the same time and began to push back on the dildo. "Want it faster eh?" Susan said and began to fuck Allison with long hard strokes, slapping her hard between thrusts. Allison began to feel an orgasm building and, sensing it too Susan licked her thumb and thrust it into Allison's tight little but hole. "Huumph!" Allison screamed against the gag as a huge orgasm ripped through her body and collapsed forward, completely spent.